18.3 was harder on it than I thought it would be. It had only been five days, and I pushed it hard. I had to break up the overhead squats (something I normally wouldn’t do) and the muscle ups attempts took their toll.

Still, the recording of wanting to do my best is playing over and over again in my mind. I can’t shut it off. It’s annoying as hell.

There’s no peace within and it’s a battle for sure.

Still, I don’t want to risk being out longer than what I am for one stupid rep that means nothing to no one but myself.

I know I’ll have ring muscle ups by the end of May. Because once my wrist is healed I’ll be at it virtually every day (given the state of my hands) until I have it.

Same with handstand walks.

I’ll have them consistently by the end of May because it will be a daily workout for me.

Breaks are good. Giving injuries the time they need to heal is good. Pushing when I don’t have to and possibly delaying my full return–not good.

This is all a mental game. Your body will do whatever you ask of it (up to a certain point of course). If I wanted to re-do this workout, my body would comply. It wouldn’t refuse.

There is so much coming up in the months ahead that I can’t let this minor injury become something more. Competitions, running 5k’s, meeting my skills goals of muscle ups and handstand walks, completing my list of having every move mastered so next year in the Open it won’t matter what Dave picks and I’ll crush every one has to stay in the forefront of my mind.

The big picture must prevail.

Those little steps have to happen in order to accomplish great things…

This is one of my favorite books and stories of all time. I cry every time I watch this because it would be the hardest thing I’d have to do is let go…